The Thing I Love

You make me go round and round, I love the way you make me sound Hissing, grumping, all that comes out Whenever I find you in huge amount Aah! says my mouth when I look at you, With the lust and pleasure that fails to say adieu You are the cloud of fancies that rises above, When my brains get completely shoved off I keep growling, I keep laughing Without any horse sense I keep reckoning For thy love I have for you is unbelievable, Because without you I go miserable So believe me, I can do anything to have you in lump As without the sight of you all the seismograph jumps I control myself sleeping talking with all the syllable missing But yet can't halt my tummy from hallucinating Yes it's the one I am uttering about, All the food that keeps shutting my account But whatever it is however it is It keeps my senses on ground Pasta,macaroni,chicken steak, spaghetti I look at them and go all fidgety At times my heart suffers a serious agony Because I know without food my life's a tragedy